it,â he replied, unzipping his brown-hooded parka. âHere, take a look at this.â He handed her a sealed manila envelope.
âThank you,â she murmured, eager to view the contents.
âMind if I light one up?â the man asked, reaching inside the parka for his cigarettes.
âYes, I do mind,â she replied stiffly without looking at him.
Sighing, he waited until she broke the seal on the envelope. âThe pictures that I mentioned in my e-mail are enclosed.â
âI would hope so since I paid you sixty percent up front.â She shifted through the papers until she reached a stack of pictures.
âThatâs her house,â he explained, after seeing which picture she held.
âAnd youâre sure itâs here? I canât afford any mistakes with this.â
âWithout a doubt. I ran a full background check, and the birth certificate and social security number you gave me were a match.â
Tahkiyah stayed silent until she picked up a second picture. To get a better look, she reached up to turn the interior light on. âIs this her?â she asked with her heart racing.
âYeah. Thatâs as close as I could get.â
Tahkiyah couldnât remove her eyes from the photo. âWhatâs her name?â she asked quickly.
The man cleared his throat. âLaToria Nicole Frost.â
âLaToria,â Tahkiyah repeated to herself.
âYeah. I can find out more about her if needed. Starting with her job and stuff like that. She alsoââ
âYouâve done well enough,â she said. âOur terms of business end here.â
âAre you sure? I can easilyââ
âI said our terms end here!â She made an unnoticed shift that placed a firm grip on the 9-millimeter wedged between the door and the seat.
âFine with me.â The private investigator zipped up his parka. He then made a rude exit without saying goodbye.
Alone once again, Tahkiyah was now faced with a choice. It took her several minutes to make up her mind. Doing so, she reached for her smartphone. Doubting her boyfriend Anthony was awake, she elected to send him a text message.
Iâm okay. Will call u soon. Please manage things in the office until I return. Promise 2 explain. XOXO
Making it hard to change her mind, she pulled out of the parking lot and headed south. She wasnât packed for the trip to South Florida, but time nor money stood a matter with Tahkiyah. She could buy clothes when she reached the end of her trip. Leaving D.C. behind, she kept the 9-millimeter always within reach. Driving in silence, she softly whispered LaToriaâs name with tears rolling down her face. Tahkiyah was unable to let the past rest. She would face LaToria and worry about the results of it later. Mile after mile she drove down I-95. She willed herself on, refusing to stop and turn around.
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Haters tried 2 make me a ghost in my Ghost!
Swagga tweeted when he finally made it home at two in the morning. He was still jumpy from the shooting, so to ease off the edge, he filled his lungs with some killer weed.
âI feel like Scarface up in dis bitch!â Swagga said and kicked back on the new brown and black gator sectional sofa in the huge living room. He took a hard long pull on the joint while his manager Harry Storm shook his head, frowning.
As promised, Rick had beefed up Swaggaâs security with an addition of four men.
âI need me a new ride.â Swaggaâs voice dragged.
âShouldnât you be more concerned about who tried toââ
âCan you handle it or not?â Swagga bassed on Harry. âDatâs the fuckinâ police job, not mine!â
Harry removed his glasses. He hated how Swagga tried to play the gangsta role every day of his life. âIâm your music manager not your personal assistant, Swagga.â
Swagga sat up, staring at Harry. âMuthafucka, you work foâ me! Itâs
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